Kuso-yatta!
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Fifth graders are quiet, and the younger kids laughed and squealed more. They're a little violent as well. I wish I could take a few of them to America, just to see the expressions on their faces.
The classroom was extrememly crowded, a little dirty, and relatively noisy without a teacher. It feels like a military-related class in some ways. My cousin seems like a strange disciplinarian - she made two boys and a girl who were being the slightest bit unattentive stand up in front of the class and sing/dance. The first boy was extrememely embarassed, and I wished I could either leave or tell my cousin not to let him sing.
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